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Atsushi comes home, opening his door and walking into his living room with a smile on his face. He wanders over to his kitchen, plastic bag in hand, of which he takes a freshly baked baguette out of and places it on the counter.
“I FUCKING LOVE BAGUETTES.” Atsushi says, violently opening his fridge door, grabbing a packet of ham and throwing it next to the baguette before slamming it shut. He cuts the baguette in half, spreading some slightly melted butter that he left out on the counter on it, and piling far too much ham in before placing the slices together and wandering over to his table, looking at his baguette, “Mmmm yummy…” he murmurs before stuffing the whole baguette into his mouth in one go.
He then choked to death, the end.